At the small camp where everyone was celebrating and having a somewhat conflicting time.
Yes…
As in; great… I'm sort of regretting it, maybe…?
Honestly, I can't really blame them since this was a very tough exercise compared to what we're used to—that is, sparring against one another.
Real combat, however, proved to be… well… at least some of us had prior experience. But never really confronted anything beyond E-3.
And the beasts and abominations back in magical woods were… weaker than the current ones, at least not counting the abnormalities we encountered.
Back then, I was sort of getting by with stealth and trickery—which was me running around and giving my foes a concussion…
Hey… it worked!
Now that I'm fighting in a group, I guess I'll have to have to depend more on the others. Previously, all that I could depend on was myself. But then again. I was also way more picky about my fights.
